All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Contract Wife Can't Let Go: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Dana POV: The Public Takes SidesBy six in the evening, Derek calls. The second I hear his voice, I brace for bad news. "Dana, have you looked at the papers yet?"I drag my suitcase behind me, my heels making hollow sounds on the floor of the airport. "No. I'm literally walking through the terminal. Why? What happened?""You’re in the news, Dana," Derek says, his tone grave. "Seriously, pull up your phone. Check Twitter or something right now."My stomach does a violent flip. I am currently on my way to the boarding gate to catch a direct flight out to Washington. Trying to maintain my composure, I wait until I pass a news and bookstore hub inside the terminal. I step out of the stream of travelers and scan the front page offerings of the national dailies hanging on the racks. I find nothing.A exhale a sigh of relief. If my face isn't plastered across the literal front pages, it means whatever is happening isn't a world-changing event.Relaxing my shoulders, I pull out my phone and o

Dana POV: A Narrative WarThe restaurant Ben chose is a cramped, dimly lit spot with scuffed tiles on the floors and the acrid smell of old grease in the air. Sitting across from him in the booth, I can’t help but notice that Ben Weathers looks a little heavier around the waist than the last time I saw him. Still, his skin is remarkably smooth, glowing with the kind of vitality that only comes from expensive skincare and a lack of a guilty conscience.Looking at him now, I smile at the irony of meeting him again, after suspecting this young man was creeping around, having a secret affair with my mother. It seems like a lifetime ago. A completely different world.He scans the menus tucked beside the napkin dispenser. "The food here is not the best," he remarks with condescension. "Do you want to order?""No," I say, shifting slightly in the booth as another mild wave of nausea passes. "I'm not hungry.""Okay." Ben leans forward, crossing his arms on the table. "I called Alex this mo

Dana POV: Alex Is Arrested I was in the shower when Alex called. I'm still cross with him for not showing up in court. So I refuse to call back. Meanwhile, Ben Weathers is making good on our deal. By the time evening turns to night, the digital world is bearing evidence of his intervention in my online case. A number of anonymous, active accounts suddenly starts tweeting about my dad Travis Wood. They are sharing details, records, and stories about things even I had no idea my father did when he was still alive and running the company.Around midnight, the situation has changed drastically. Derek, Cilian, and I are in the living room, all three of us glued to our phones, watching in real-time as the online tide turns.I scroll past a legal document scan someone posted, my brow furrowing. I look up at my brother. "Derek, did you know Dad owned a foundation?" I ask. Derek looks up from his phone, his eyes bloodshot from hours of staring at the screen. "No," he says, a look of conf

Dana POV: Stanton Calls With Care From Alex I pace Derek’s office. The morning sun filtering through the blinds does nothing to dispel the cold shadow hanging over us. I clutch my phone so tightly."Why is his phone off?" I ask, my voice tight and panicking. I turn to look at my brother. "Why isn't it going through?"Derek sits behind his desk, concern in his eyes. "Dana, he can't use his personal phone if he's being detained in a federal cell. The only person allowed any real communication right now would be his lawyer."I stop pacing, staring at him. "Derek, we need to go see him. Can't we see him? We have to do something."Derek closes his laptop and stands up, adjusting his cuffs. "I'm ready when you are. If you want to go to the courthouse or the holding facility, I’ll take you wherever."I start pacing again, the sudden need for momentum dying. Doubt clutches at my heart. I bite my lip, staring at the floor. I don't know if it's a good look for Alex if his ex-wife shows up at

Dana POV: Jodie And FentonThe car comes to a halt at the edge of the Georgetown waterfront, right in front of the Capital Crescent Trail. Beyond the joggers and the greenery, the Potomac River flows indifferently under the late afternoon sun. Cilian leans over the steering wheel, squinting across the grass at a group of men hoisting heavy black speakers onto a makeshift platform."Is that them?" Cilian asks skeptically."I hope so," I murmur, my eyes scanning every face, every movement."What now?""We wait."Cilian checks his watch, then gives me a look that says he’s reconsidering his loyalty to this mission. "Dana, it’s just three o’clock. If this is a concert, it won’t be starting until the sun goes down. That’s hours from now.""If you want to leave, you can, Cilian," I say, not taking my eyes off the stage."And leave you where? You’re just going to hang around the street here?""No," I say. "I’m waiting in your car. You can take a taxi back to the office."Cilian curses unhap